"Haaaaaa….idiot." Khione sighed, her lips arching into a gentle smile as she pushed aside the loose, blood stained hairs dangling atop Frost's face.
His unguarded and relaxed state revealed a level of trust and comfort that made her heart flutter. He looked so peaceful despite being covered in wounds, wounds that she caused.
Seeing several imprints of her fist along his ribs and chest Khione couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She was only teaching the basics of the spear, was it really necessary for her to be so brutal?
Despite her savage methods however Frost never complained, always rising back to his feet with his spear in hand after being sent flying across the room. Determination and wild joy prevalent in his eyes whenever he took his stance and awaited her judgement. A training madman who found joy in punishment as long as it provided results….someone so similar to herself.
